there is a chink
in everyone's armor
as each of us projects
what the world will see
but that is an illusion
our grand facades
and not our realities
we are the sum of our fears
and the totality of joys
we see the world
filtered by what we perceive
strengths lie in our paradigms
this is also our weakness
perceptions can limit us
as we internalize worldly information
with some of it our knowledge wrong
our armor protects us
as it limits and contains us
and it is how the world sees each one
as each projects our weakness
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